The wooden arrows are very well-made.

The wavy stripes of the branches themselves were cut straight by the file and inserted into the blue-gray cloth shoes. Lian Cheng kicked the foot back and opened a crack, and the cloth shoes were completely rotten.

When he turned around, he saw the Taoist priests next to him fled desperately, hiding in the eaves and avoiding arrows under the stone table.

The sound of soothing sounds was endless, and the shrill screams of someone being caught in an arrow made Lian Cheng look sideways.

He couldn't help but want to pinch himself hard.

There will be no pain in dreams. In reality, touch will only turn into emotions such as excitement, joy, fear, worry, tremor, etc. Even if you fall from a high place, you can only feel fear, without any unbearable pain.

Twist the tender flesh on the inside of the arm—

Alas! It doesn't hurt at all!

Lian Cheng subconsciously smiled, and he couldn't laugh as he smiled.

Even though he knew it was a dream, he could not escape this strange dream. After a moment of thinking, his memory was still stuck in the scene where the mouth and nose were immersed in the ointment.

"Senior Brother!" a little Taoist priest with a wide mouth and a collapsed nose screamed.

He was shot in his abdomen, his gray Taoist robe was stained with blood, and he leaned against the doorpost and thrust his body, leaving only the strength to shout, even if he couldn't even move his arm.

The little Taoist priest looked at Liancheng with a pleading voice intermittently: "Liang, Senior Brother Lian, for the sake of his fellow disciples..., I'll give me some pleasure... It hurts so much, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Lian Cheng was stunned.

He didn't know this young man. The senior brother he called out without memory as his foundation would be as frivolous as duckweed and unconvincing as he could, and it would be even more difficult to touch Liancheng's heart.

This is a dream.

A fantasy, non-existent, false dream. He is the master of everything and the creator of all things in the dream. When the fictional creation begs for mercy from the Creator, Liancheng experiences an indescribable strange taste.

When a person is in a dream or even mistakenly thinks it is reality, hesitation and fear are more likely to be confused and uneasy. When the subjective consciousness awakens and completely analyzes the hypocrisy of the world, the subconscious will push his master to develop in a direction that goes against the dream.

He must take some action.

The officers and soldiers outside continued to shout: "Listen to the people inside, let Master Jiu walk out by himself, it is better than we can kill in! Every time we drag half a stick of incense, we will kill a villager at the foot of the mountain. It is all the lives you killed. Let's see who God will punish!"

The Taoist temple was even more frightened and uneasy.

Among the Taoist priests, there are men and women, some old and some young. Human nature is revealed. Some are tolerant of anger, some are sobbing in a low voice, and some are looking around in a sneaky way, looking for other outlets.

"Master Nine hasn't been back for six hundred years..."

"Please please who will save us."

Liancheng glanced at the Taoist who was talking.

He didn't understand the logic in his words. He looked up at the sky, and the two bright suns were running side by side. This was obviously not a world that could be explained by logic and cause and effect.

Lian Cheng picked up the iron short sword on the ground and slammed it in his hand. The sword body was much shorter than a normal sword, like a dagger, but weighed about five or six kilograms. The hilt of the sword was also pure metal, cold and hard, tightly held, and the protruding thread made the palms ache.

The blue sword is engraved with the word "Flowing Heart".

Everything in the dream has a special meaning.

Lian Cheng stared at the engravings and frowned and thought, and then he became a clue. The door of the Taoist temple was suddenly kicked open by someone brute force. The officers and soldiers in official clothes rushed in with the villagers in a row. After the more than 100 talents were settled, the fierce man with a head cursed.

"You are so brave that you are so brave! Kill me, God will remember all this sin on you."

The fierce man with a cheeky cheek pulled the sword flower and pointed the old man tied up in front of him, and the red blade came out. The village chief, who was nearly 60 years old, fell in a pool of blood, twitched for a moment, and then stopped moving again.

He laughed wildly: "This is what will happen if Jiudao people don't see us!"

The officers and soldiers carried out a cauldron with dozens of long incense sticks inserted on it. One officer and soldier laughed and took out a fire note and lit it. The sparks lit up. It was obvious that sandalwood burned faster than the explosive fuse!

"It's time for one incense stick. Kill two more for them to see!"

The officers and soldiers dragged them out rudely, one tall and one short.

The shorter one was a small vendor, the taller one was a scholar, and two more corpses were added to the ground. They lit incense again and dragged a taciturn young man. The young man was not as troubled as the people in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said nothing, and then dragged a dog over.

Liancheng whispered to himself: "Is the dog considered a villager?"

Before his voice could be reached, everyone present immediately looked at Liancheng. Even the dead bodies on the ground were no exception, staring at him with their eyes open with their eyes open.

The officers and soldiers suddenly laughed: "You are the magistrate Jiu, you have finally come out. If you hide again, I will not only kill the village chief, vendor, scholar, mute villager, but also kill dogs, fish, birds in the sky, and finally kill a few women and children to play with. It's so interesting, so interesting!"

Lian Cheng held the sword and replied softly: "I am not a nine-doll priest."

The bearded murderer grinned: "You can draw Qi Jing, you are the Master Nine, this is absolutely impossible to be wrong. It has been six hundred years since we have had enough of the endless cycle of reincarnation. If we kill you, we can escape from this!"

"You are my inner demon, my evil thoughts and bottom line. Even if you kill me, where can you go?" Liancheng smiled openly: "Officials, businessmen, intellectuals, silent ordinary people, violent impulses, and the final framework of morality and ethics. For the first time, I faced the lowest level of the subconscious mind. It turned out to be like this."

He shook his head: "I have enough dreams, it's time to wake up."

With a heart of mind, his wrist trembled, the green sword vibrated violently, and countless pieces of debris were shaken. As soon as these small pieces of iron came into contact with the air, they turned into strange words that jumped out, connected into nine-layer circular wheels surrounding Liancheng, gradually moving closer to the center, and finally disappeared into his body.

Liancheng realized in his mind that the coherent picture of a sword waving out of thin air flashing!

This is a simple sword technique called Liuxin.

There are only three moves: rising, sting and leaping, namely upward, forward, and leaping.

Rather than talking about sword techniques, it is a way of spiritual energy moving in his body! It is a strange energy that carries the sword and runs in the form of qi.

The spiritual energy was originally without shape, like water, and only in the container would express a fixed shape. The spiritual energy produced in Liancheng's body was an invisible sword technique that rushed into the blood skeleton!

Even though it was a dream, Liancheng still felt a trembling pain in his soul.

If you want to say how painful it is, m "that hurts! It's not a few seconds or a few minutes. In m's unit time, Lian Cheng finally relieved from the pain of being scolded to fatigue.

Why are there no anesthetics in the dream

Liancheng considered this issue very seriously.

The men, women, young and old in the Taoist temple suddenly made a sound: "Use the sword to move with the qi, the sword moves with the air. Fish and water blend, and combine two into one..."

Lian Cheng barely stood up and shouted: "Come on the sword!"

The mist covered the wrist, and a light blue dagger about half an arm was solidified out of thin air.

"The heart rises!" He was blessed with his heart and waved his wrists tilted.

There was a loud bang in reality, and Lian Cheng suddenly pulled back from his dream. He suddenly raised his head and pulled out the sticky plaster. When he looked at the source of the sound, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He saw the stars.

It is rare to see such a beautiful scenery in an industrialized city. Even the city was so moved that it could not speak, and even burst into tears.

Very beautiful.
Chapter completed!